Just a footnote. The complex manager called me immediately this morning telling me she spoke to the electricians who basically denied everything I said. NO surprise there. I know I didn’t hallucinate all of this, and as long as they are on notice, fine.
But, last night, something made me wander onto the back porch with a glass of chilled Chardonnay, sit in the vibrant blue chair exactly at 8 PM, and God blessed me to witness the rising of the moon. It came over the Eastern horizon as a fat, orange pumpkin, a glorious Harvest moon in May, I sat in the blue chair and watched it rise in all its glory. There are times when, I honestly agree with Madonna in ,”The White Witch,” that the rising of the moon is as glorious as the rising of the sun. What a beautiful evening last night!